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Beneath the Whip CHAPTER 103
CHRIS’ POVThe matter of the contract had been exposed to the public. Unfortunately, my worst fears had come true. It wasn’t just whispers and rumours anymore; it was out there for everyone to scrutinise, twist, and use against us. I could barely tolerate the humiliation, but I had to keep myself together—for Judy.Judy sat on the edge of the sofa in my apartment, her face pale and her hands trembling as she clutched a mug of tea. Her usually lively eyes were clouded with fear and exhaustion. I knelt in front of her, taking her cold hands in mine.“Judy,” I said softly, “look at me.”She lifted her eyes, glistening with unshed tears.“We’re going to get through this,” I assured her. “I won’t let Jason or anyone else get away with this. But I need you to trust me, okay?”Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Chris, how do we fight something like this? He’s always a step ahead.”I squeezed her hands. “We’ll fight him by being smarter. By getting to the truth.”Once she seemed calmer,
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JUDY’S POVThe hours stretched on endlessly, each second feeling like an eternity. The sterile scent of antiseptic and faint hum of hospital machines combined with my anxiety, creating a suffocating atmosphere that seemed to wrap itself around me. I sat by my father’s bedside, gripping his hand tightly as if my hold could somehow tether him to consciousness. My heart pounded unevenly, each beat a painful reminder of the helplessness I felt.He looked so fragile lying there, his complexion pale and his features drawn with worry even as he remained unconscious. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only reassurance that he was still with me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, silently pleading for him to wake up, to tell me he was okay.Across the room, Chris paced restlessly near the window, his phone clutched in his hand. His footsteps were the only movement in the otherwise still room. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he alternated between making calls and star
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JUDY’S POVIt was court day once again, the air thick and tense enough to cut with a knife. It had been a gruelling process in all the moments that preceded this one, but this time there was hope — a frail glimmer, but hope all the same.The same suffocating weight from before settled on me again as I sat in the courtroom. My palms curled into fists, fingernails digging into my skin, as I cast a quick look at my father, a few rows back.“God, please… Help us,” a silent prayer escaped from me.He was still recovering from the ordeal, but a steely determination in his eyes told me he wasn’t backing down.Chris sat next to me, scanning a stack of documents with laser focus. From time to time his hand would touch mine, the briefest but most reassuring touch that anchored me. “It’s going to be OK,” he said softly, leaning in so only I could hear. His voice was calm, steady — a jarring contradiction to the storm howling within me.The courtroom doors creaked open, and a hush fell over the
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JASON’S POVThe courtroom’s atmosphere felt suffocating, the weight of the case pressing down on everyone present. I watched in frustration as the fishmonger walked in, clutching his phone like a lifeline. His hesitant steps and nervous glances betrayed his fear, but he was here. Somehow, Chris and his people had found him.I gritted my teeth, trying to stay composed. "Who the hell found this guy?" I muttered under my breath, my eyes narrowing at the frail old man as he took the stand.Parker, our top-tier lawyer, leaned towards me. "We weren’t expecting this," he admitted, his voice low but tense. "I’ll try to discredit him, but if what he has is solid…"I didn’t need him to finish that sentence. My chest tightened as I glanced towards Chris and Judy. She looked hopeful for the first time since this trial began. And Chris? He was calm, collected, and damn near smug."Your Honour," Curt Davis stood up, addressing the judge. "We’d like to present a last-minute witness who has crucial
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JUDY’S POVSince everyone knew about us and I feared nothing after the case victory, Chris and I had been meeting very regularly. We had more dates and more sex!This time Chris chose mountain climbing.The climb had been challenging, a test of our endurance and determination, but as we finally reached the summit, all the fatigue melted away. The view before us was nothing short of breathtaking. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the valley below. Golden rays painted the world in hues of amber and rose, blending seamlessly into the soft purples and blues of the approaching twilight. The cool mountain breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and earth.Chris turned to me, his face glowing in the light of the setting sun. His hair was tousled from the climb, and beads of sweat glistened on his brow, but he looked as calm and composed as ever. I, on the other hand, was still catching my breath, my legs trembling slightly from
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JUDY’S POV“There’s an old hut at the foot of the mountain,” he explained, his voice filled with an excitement that was contagious. “I’ve been there before—ages ago—and I thought it might be fun for us to check it out.”I gave him a skeptical look. “An abandoned hut? That sounds… romantic,” I teased, though my smile betrayed my curiosity.Chris grinned, his confidence unwavering. “Trust me. You’ll love it.”The descent was easier than I had expected, the faint light of the stars and the cool night air invigorating. Chris led the way, his hand occasionally reaching back to help me over a tricky patch of trail. He was humming softly, his mood infectious.When we finally reached the hut, I had to admit it was both eerie and enchanting. The structure was small and weathered, its wooden walls gray with age. Moss clung to the roof, and vines snaked up the sides, giving it a fairytale-like quality. A single, creaky door hung slightly ajar, and one of the windows had been broken, letting th
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JUDY’S POVJasmine’s voice rose above the quiet hum of her apartment, her tone sharp and unrelenting. “How could you let this happen? How could you let Chris do these things to you? This isn’t normal! It’s dangerous, mentally and physically. Have you even thought about what this says about you?”Her words were like darts, piercing through the fragile layer of calm I had tried to maintain. My hands trembled slightly as I set down the coffee mug I had been clutching. I had been in the news lately and it seemed that it had affected Jasmine a lot. Now I was anxious that it might affect our friendship. I couldn’t afford to lose such a wonderful friend. “Jasmine, it’s not what you think. It’s not… abuse or anything like that. It’s consensual. We both wanted it. We both enjoy it,” I said, my voice quivering as I tried to explain.She scoffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Her face was a mask of disapproval, her brows knitted together in a frown. “Enjoy it? Do you even hear yo
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JUDY’S POVThe game between Chris and me was never about pain for its own sake. It was a blend of trust, power, and vulnerability. When he asked me if I was ready, my whole body started shaking in anticipation. I knew that we both would not stop this game. Why should we when I had started getting comfortable?Each encounter was an unspoken dialogue, where actions conveyed more than words ever could. The tools we used were not merely instruments; they were symbols—each one chosen with care, imbued with meaning, and wielded with precision. This was not chaos but a meticulous art, a language we both understood intuitively. I had long forgotten my tiff with Jasmine. I really needed to relax and not be bothered of what the world thought about me.Chris’ collection of tools was as much a part of our ritual as the actions themselves. They were stored in a wooden chest, its surface polished to a deep sheen that reflected the dim light of the room. Every item had its place, arranged with al
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JUDY’S POVFortunately, nobody was home. Chris carried me to the sofa in the living room, lay me on my tummy and gently spanked my buttocks.“My kitten needs a lot of punishment,” Chris said.“Meow,” I mumbled.He positioned himself behind me and made me go on my knees on the sofa.“What a great view Judy. I’ve missed you ass.”“Mmm… Chris…”As soon as he heard me moan, he moved his mouth closer to my opening. At first he sniffed, as if inhaling my scent which I was sure he had missed.“You smell awesome, kitten.”In a trice, he licked the opening gently and my heart throbbed. It felt so good and it had been way too long that I could feel the wetness building up. Within a few minutes, I cummed but Chris kept lapping on my juices.The more he lapped, the more I cummed. I believed that was why he had kept me so hungry all these weeks and he was right; the time we would be together I would taste the elixir. Indeed!All of a sudden, I felt him penetrating deeply inside and started poundin
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JUDY’S POV“I am happy,” I said again, slowly and clearly. “With you.”He let out a breath, some of the tension finally melting from his shoulders. “You mean that?”I nodded. “Completely.”Chris stared at me for a long moment before giving me a small, almost relieved smile. “You always know how to say the right things, don’t you?”I grinned.“Because I know you, Chris. And I know what we have is real.”His eyes softened. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”For the first time since the call started, I saw the weight lifting off his shoulders. I knew, without a doubt, that no matter what doubts crept into his mind, I would always be there to chase them away.The past week had been frustrating beyond words. Chris had been sending me packages, but he forbade me from opening them. Every time I asked about them, he would simply say, “Not yet.” His teasing only grew worse during our video calls—he would guide me, push me to the edge, only to stop, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.At first, I thought
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CHRIS’ POVAfter ending the video call with Thane, I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts. My mind was a storm of emotions—guilt, uncertainty, frustration. I couldn't shake the thought that maybe I had unknowingly shaped Judy’s desires, that she wasn’t with me out of love but because of some unresolved trauma. The weight of that realisation sat heavy on my chest.I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go back to the training centre either. I needed an outlet, something to channel this frustration into before it consumed me.So, I went to the gym.The moment I walked in, the familiar scent of sweat and metal filled my lungs. The rhythmic pounding of weights, the faint sound of grunts and exertion, the steady beat of a playlist blasting through the speakers—it was grounding. Without hesitation, I changed into my workout gear and headed straight to the punching bag.I wrapped my hands, flexing my fingers as I took a deep breath. Then, I started throwing punches. Hard. Fast. One after th
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CHRIS’ POVThat evening, I made a point of calling Judy before bedtime in the United States, as I had promised earlier in the day, while I was in the washroom of our campus. Her familiar face lit up the screen, her shy smile warming my heart. She looked tired but content, her hair messy and her cheeks faintly pink.“Hey, kitten,” I said, my voice soft.“Hey,” she replied, her voice light but carrying a hint of sleepiness. “I missed you.”“I missed you too,” I said, the words laced with genuine emotion. “How was your day?”We chatted for a while, her voice gradually growing softer as the conversation drifted. I couldn’t resist teasing her slightly, guiding her thoughts towards something more intimate.“You look so cute right now,” I said, my tone dropping. “I bet you’d look even cuter if you listened to me.”Judy’s cheeks flushed a deep red, but she nodded hesitantly. “What do you want me to do?”“Relax,” I said, my voice calming but firm. “Lie back.”What followed was a slow, careful
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JUDY’S POVWhen Chris finally landed, my phone buzzed with a video call. Seeing his name on the screen brought a wave of relief and irritation in equal measure. I accepted the call, and there he was, his familiar face slightly pixelated but still so very Chris.“Hey, Judy,” he said with that boyish smile that always managed to weaken my resolve.“Hey,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. “Why didn’t you call as soon as you landed? I was worried!”Chris blinked, clearly taken aback. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to get my baggage and—”“Chris, you know how much I hate waiting like that,” I interrupted, my voice cracking slightly. “You could have just texted me, even something short. Do you not care about how I feel?”The moment the words left my mouth, I felt guilt taking over me. It wasn’t fair to lash out, but the hours of waiting, combined with the sadness of him leaving, had been overwhelming.“Judy, of course I care,” he said, his tone soft, hi
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JUDY’S POVEnough of reminiscing about last night. I was time I finished showering.The morning was bittersweet. The sun cast a soft glow across the room, but my heart felt heavy knowing this would be the last morning Chris and I would share for a while. Once I was back from the bathroom, I found Chris already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his half-packed luggage. His usually confident expression was replaced by something softer, more like unguarded.“I guess this is it,” he murmured, glancing over at me with a small, rueful smile.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Let me help you finish packing,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.Together, we folded clothes and organised his stuffs in the suitcase. The small, everyday act felt like a grounding ritual, a way to hold onto normalcy even as the weight of the impending goodbye loomed over us. I carefully placed one of his favourite hoodies on top of the pile.“Take this,” I said, smoothing the fabric
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JUDY’S POVLast night was one of the best since it was the last moment Chris and I would spend together before he would leave for Italy. Although I was exhausted from the lovemaking, my mind refused to rest. It wandered back to earlier that evening when Chris had handed me a neatly wrapped box, a mischievous twinkle in his mesmerizing blue eyes. I had no idea what to expect, but the moment I tore through the wrapping paper and saw the contents inside, my breath hitched.“Wow! A kitten set!” I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.Inside the box was everything for a pet play costume—a pair of fluffy black-and-pink cat ears, a matching tail butt plug, and a sleek leather collar adorned with a small silver bell. It was bold and playful, and I couldn’t help but smile at how well Chris seemed to know me.“I thought you might like it,” he said, his tone teasing but affectionate. “You’ve mentioned this kind of thing before, and I figured… why not make the fantasy a reali
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JUDY’S POVThe start of school was approaching, and Chris had accepted his mother’s arrangement to study abroad. It was a fantastic opportunity for him, but the reality of it weighed heavily on my heart. “Oh, Judy, I’m going to miss you so badly, but what can I do?”“I can totally understand, Chris. It’s for your future, Chris.”The thought of not seeing him for such a long time was unbearable. We had shared so much, and now, with this looming distance, it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers.I wanted to be supportive—I knew this was important for Chris—but it was still heartbreaking. Knowing that our time together was limited made every moment feel precious. We had to make the most of it, and I was determined to savour every second.That morning, Chris had gone out for some work. I tried to distract myself by spending time with my family, but even as I laughed and talked with them, my mind kept drifting back to him. “So, Chris is going for further studies?” My mom
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CHRIS’ POVWhen we had gone downstairs for breakfast, George and Jane were there. While Jane was very welcoming and happy, George was sulking. “Good morning, you two! I made pancakes, and there’s fresh coffee on the counter,” Jane said, her voice as inviting as ever.George sat rigidly, hunched over his newspaper, with the faintest furrow of disapproval etched into his brow. He didn’t so much as glance at me, his focus fixed on his paper as though it held the secrets to the universe.I couldn’t help but wonder if their demeanor had anything to do with last night. While I didn’t recall being particularly loud, Judy’s uninhibited moaning might have carried through the walls. A part of me cringed at the thought, but another part dismissed it just as quickly. If anything, they should be glad that I was keeping Judy happy! I saw how Judy tensed up when she noticed her father ignoring me, whereas Jane was doing her utmost best to ease the tension that had suddenly invaded the whole place
